User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141214205840/@comment-2246928-20150215202046

Birne

The grappling hook cords snap beneath the keen blade of Martin the Warrior, and just as soon as it had started, the battle ended. A whistle screamed through the air, and whatever vermin soldiers still living who had made it past the wall turn tail and charge back to the walls, those that aren't immediately cut down by the other woodlanders scaling what few ropes remain and dashing back into the cover of the woodlands, arrows and slingstones from the cheering defenders making their retreat ever swifter.

Abbess Laurena  gasps for breath, her chest heaving as she surveys the damage done and the beasts slain by Sixclaw's most recent squabble. Broken swords and snapped spears littered the ground, alongside the fresh corpses of both Abbeybeast and Sixclaw soldier. The mouse shook her head, lowering her sword as realization of the amount of casualties sustained on the Redwallers' side registered on her face.

"Dark Forest Gates... Brother Burren," she addressed a mouse staring hollow-eyed nearby, wiping gore off the side of his green-jerkin with a paw. "Organize a crew, scour the walltops for survivors in need of healing. Birne,"

A scar of pain flickered over the relatively young Abbess' face momentarily, her eyes dull. "Organize a burial crew."